Im not a music reviewer, nor much of a writer, but I do love music and technically this is already written, so it is what it is. In a landscape of too many overly hopped craft beers masquerading as something new, and bands “making art” you may find yourself lost in Portland if you remotely resemble someone craving a time past when keys were kept in your pockets and bikes were what you rode only because you didn’t have a friend who had an older brother with a license, when people hung out, met up instead of tweeting or instafacing each other, and partying was just something you did on a Tuesday. This, to me at least, is what the Mean Jeans, well, mean. Why am I writing about a band? This is a photography blog for crissakes, but the cool part about having a photography blog is all you really need to include is some photography, so I’ll do so. I get asked occasionally how to take pictures of live performances, and all I can offer up as advice with these guys, is hold onto your camera and it wouldn’t hurt if it were waterproof either…